This poem was written while listening to “Fantasie Impromptu” Op. 66 by Chopin. I encourage you to listen to the piece while reading this poem to fully feel the intensity of my words.
As I stand all alone
On this old wooden bridge
The cold Autumn air tousles
My long loose hair wildly
And I wrap my arms
Tightly around me
Taking in this blurry scene
Like a masterpiece
Through the eyes of Monet
As long forgotten memories
Fill the other half of me
That still lies in wait
The leaves are slowly drifting
In a pond that sits below
And those caught in the breeze
Swirling and dancing
Colors of warmth yet
So incredibly cold.
I slowly lean forward
And glance at my reflection
I close my empty eyes
To let my heart imagine
By: Gretchen Leary 2012
Gretchen Leary (McIntire) 
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nice…evocative…through the eyes of monet is a great touch….the rhyming in the last stanza adds to the enchantment of it as well…
Thank-you. It was a very emotional piece to write. Of course, listening to Chopin never fails to evoke a lot of emotion for me but the image I saw while listening to the song was almost impossible to actually put into words.
Thank-you for taking the time to read it. It means a lot. 🙂
there is an unspoken ‘missing you’ in this…you don’t say exactly what it is…but you don’t have to…its all in the reflection and the melancholy that you create. Really nice visuals and a beautiful sadness in this.- stu mcp
This was written about another person from my past and how hard it is to say goodbye and not lose yourself in the process.
Thank-you for reading it 🙂